“..So...did your sister shoot the Barbie with the BB gun?....:)...”
No, she shot me a couple of times though.
She hung out with me all my friends until puberty. (Momma kept a close reign on her after that). We roamed the woods and swamps, fished, camped, swam, all the usual kid stuff common in the early 60s south.
“No, she shot me a couple of times though.”
Ya gotta to learn to move fast or you’re not long around....:))
Sounds like my life.
I hung out with mostly with my cousin Russ who was a star in the local Pony/Little league.
We’d play baseball and I had to learn *fast* because he never cut me any slack for being younger or a girl.
[but if I hit it hard enough to go into the cow pasture, he’d always make me go find and fetch the ball...shouldn’t I have been *rewarded*, instead?]...LOL
Years later in high school, the girl’s softball team kept ragging me to “officially” join because I had a wicked sidearm pitch and could bat extremely well, generally line-driving the pitcher about head-height which always made her hit the deck out of fear.
I never took them up on it because it was *soft*ball, fer cryin’ out loud.
If they’d had girl’s baseball...well, mebbe.
:))